Welcome to Harvest Moon, a place where the creatures and landscapes of my imagination take form and meet the world. Nestled in beneath the wild craggy tors of Dartmoor inspiration comes on chilly winds from moonlit landscapes of other realms which share this rugged, ancient land of gorse and granite. Living here I sometimes feel on a bridge between worlds and ages as the land speaks from spluttering streams and wind-beaten tors, telling stories of folk and beast, but only in snatches before the endings are whipped away down the valley with the broad river and out to sea. So here I will share these stories and characters and they can dwell in your own imagination, continuing their stories with infinite outcomes. This is how they live, enjoy them!

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

The Hedgling

The hedgehog is a humble beast, seemingly unaware of how universally adored it is by it's biped companions. I say 'companions' because part of what we love about them is their calm acceptance of our fascinated interest. I have had cause in the past to to redirect a spiky friend who may be happily pottering towards a busy street - and instead of complaining that I have so boldly interfered with it's trajectory (they move with purpose our little friends), it simply rolls up and waits to see what will happen next. I gently place it on the grass, careful to put what I think is the pointy end towards the hedge, and after a few seconds it slowly uncurls, sniffs the air and I can almost detect a resigned shrug as it obligingly walks toward the safety of the hedgerow. And when we get closer still we find an unusual reciprocation of bright-eyed interest and amiability. No biting, scratching or growling...just the low mumbling snort that gave them their name.

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